Blackhawk

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My old friend lives up in the mountains
He flew up there to paint the world
He says even though interpretation's what I count on
This little picture to me seems blurred
^Am Har ^Bb d lines and the shadows come easy
^F I ^C see it all just as clear as a bell
^Am I j ^Bb ust can't seem to set my easel to please me
^Dm I p ^F ai ^C nt my heaven but it looks like hell
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^Bb You ^C r ^F blues might be grey, your less might be more
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Your window to the world might be your own front door
^Bb You ^C r ^F sh ^Bb iniest day might come in the middle of the night
^C Th ^Dm at's just about right
He says that I ain't coming down till my picture is perfect
And all the wonders gone from my eye
Down through my hands and on to the canvas
Still like my vision but still a surprise
Real life, he says, is the hardest impression
It's always moving so I let it come through
That my friend you see is the glory of true independence
Just to do what you do what you do what you do
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My old friend came down from the mountain
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Without even looking he found a little truth
^Am You ^Bb can go through life with the greatest intentions
^F Bu ^Bb t y ^C ou do what you do what you just gotta do
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